Doctor Galvin had truly cast off all restraint that morning. His primary field of research at the Citadel was Mysticism, and years ago, he had accidentally blinded himself while studying a Glass Candle. Over the decades he had spent at the Citadel, he had endured no shortage of exclusion and suppression.
The faction aligned with House Hightower, in particular, treated the Citadel's Mysticism research as its exclusive domain. Yet Doctor Galvin was exceptionally gifted, and despite all their obstruction, he had still managed to produce results.
Even so, he had often suffered verbal mockery from the other doctors, led by the Hightower faction. Now that House Hightower had fallen completely, many maesters who usually bowed to their wishes had temporarily distanced themselves from them. The influence of the Hightower-aligned maesters had sunk to an all-time low.
Having finally seized his chance, Doctor Galvin naturally had no intention of passing up this opportunity to take shots at them as he pleased.
As the Citadel's current administrator, Doctor Waghram had generally maintained good relations with House Hightower. Naturally, he could not stand watching Doctor Galvin attack them like this, so he spoke up to stop him.
"The maester of every castle in the Seven Kingdoms is nominated by the Citadel's Conclave. Doctor Galvin, please refrain from making such easily misunderstood remarks in the future."
"No one can deny that the Citadel is a place devoted to knowledge and truth. In the pursuit of truth, differing opinions and perspectives are perfectly normal. Since we have relinquished our family names and worldly identities, we should no longer devote so much energy to feuds between houses."
Doctor Galvin gave a contemptuous sneer.
"A scholar's words, a whore's ways."
Then he carelessly tossed his plate onto the table and left the Citadel's dining hall in anger,